Saratoga Trunk

We should have

stayed in paris.

That's where

we belong.

I was born here. I have

every right to come here.

They'll make

you trouble

like they did

for your mama.

I'll make

them trouble.

Crazy talk.

Change your mind,

miss clio.

We'll go directly to mama's

house on rampart street-

my house now.

Charcoal, charcoal

my mule is white

my charcoal is black

i'll sell my charcoal

two bits a sack

charcoal, charcoal

charcoal

let's go...

and come back

some other time.

Ghosts in there.

If there is,

it's my father's,

and i'd like to see him.

Poor mama.

Her beautiful

garden-

mimosa, camellias,

and crape myrtle.

That's the kitchen

and upstairs where

cupidon and i lived.

Often your papa and mama

had dinner in the garden.

He loved his fine food.

It was so beautiful

in the moonlight.

And the little house?

The garconniere.

Remember, i told you

your papa was sure, sure

you were gonna be a boy,

so he built it for you

to live in

with your nurse,

like all the other fine

families in new orleans.

He must have been

disappointed with me.

He just turned it

into a stable,

but he loved you, baby.

He'd toss you in the air

and call you his little,

small angel.

Honey, baby,

don't go in.

Hysterical.

Slap her-hard.

Don't, cherie.

Ah!

Thank you,

angelique.

I'm all right now.

It was that sofa

with one leg off.

It looks so crazy

and frowzy and dirty,

just like that old woman

who used to limp along

the quay in paris

selling fish.

My poor, dead,

darling baby.

You should have seen her

as she sat on it

in her silks and jewels.

It was right there

that lawyer, mr. Osie,

told her your papa had been

forced to marry

with one of those high-up

aristocrat like himself.

My little rita,

she don't believe.

She hope he marry

with her.

They always hope-

ladies like her.

But it never happens,

oh, no.

Didn't my father

tell her?

Did he leave it

to his lawyer?

He come as soon

as he could,

but that was a very

bad thing that he come.

Very, very bad.

Light up there!

Don't go up there.

Do you hear me?

My father's blood.

I saw it spurting

like the fountains

of the seine.

And your mama kneeling

there screaming.

Shh!

Let him be.

I want to hear it.

She was trying to

kill herself, your mama.

He grabbed the gun,

that poor boy.

They said

she murdered him.

They sent her away.

She meant that

to be her blood.

Don't touch it.

My father's blood,

my blood.

They are the same.

I love it-

this spot.

I'll sleep here

tonight-

in this room.

No.

Tonight

and every night.

I'm going to fix

this house

and live in it.

I'll show them,

these pasty-faced

aristocrats.

I am not my mother,

to be sent away

and turned into

an ugly,

broken-hearted woman

and made an exile

even after she was dead.

Let them find out there's

someone in rampart street now

who's not

afraid of them.

Clio dulaine, that's me.

I'm as good as they are.

I'm better than they are.

I'll be richer than they.

I'll be grander

than they.

I shall marry and be very

rich and respectable,

not like mama.

Oh, nonsense.

You'll be a fool about men

just like your poor mama

and your grandma vaudray and

your great-grandma bonavie.

I won't,

i tell you.

Men will be fools

about me.

Your mama was a plaise.

All she knew

was to please a man.

Your grandma was a-

i'm a dulaine.

My father was

nicholas dulaine.

My life will be

different.

I will have fun and

i will have money.

Horses and

a carriage!

And jewels

by the quarts

and fine clothes

and anything i want!

How are you

gonna get those?

With the money of

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